𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦

six

Finally, the day was over, and Gluttony was legally allowed to drink as much water as physically possible. He'd even knocked over that damn water bottle in an effort of not coughing up flowers, fucking up in the process. Just as he thought he might get some closure, he screwed up.

Luckily, Temperance didn't seem too mad. She even laughed at a joke he'd cracked multiple times after she had gotten changed. Gluttony could only hope that she wasn't too pissed.

She didn't seem too pissed, but Gluttony didn't want to have false hope.

"Why are you draining the world's water supply?" Envy asked, carrying a stack of books higher than his head as he passed Gluttony, who was literally drinking from a jug. He placed his books on the coffee table, seemingly glad to be able to see the way instead of relying on his instincts and memory of the house, because the books obscured his vision. "I'm going to be broke."

Gluttony put the jug down. He realized just how pallid and unhealthy his brother looked, but didn't comment on that. He's sure he looked exactly like him. "I bought this myself."

Envy raised an eyebrow and pointed at the multiple empty water gallons next to Gluttony on the couch. "And I bought all of the five gallons you drained."

"I'll pay you back," he replied, then resumed drinking.

"You still haven't answered my question," Envy pointed out.

Gluttony placed the jug on his lap. "...I've got a sore throat."

"Fair enough."

Envy took his stack of research books again, then left the living room. Gluttony made sure that he'd heard Envy's bedroom door closing when he set the jug on the glass table and started coughing up flowers.

Hyacinth flowers.

Purple ones.

Regret, his mind supplied.

Gluttony sighed and forced himself to gather the bloodied stalks, then walked outside to throw away the blood-stained flowers.

That cure needed to be found, fast.